the IJ motto. i love my school. it was a homecoming of sorts. the architecture was pretty fancy..very pretty..i had fun exploring the place. trying to orientate myself in a completely alien environment. trying to piece the puzzle..decide where everything used to be. where the bell disappeared. where the hall and gym were. what has replaced our classrooms. the girls look the same. despite the new lines on the faces of the teachers we know..their vivacity continued to shine through..i can never feel outta place in IJ. it was quite different in SA though. maybe cos the new SA is so airy..less cosy..you don't feel the warmth as much. no matter...i felt right at home behind the white walls (girls in, boys out!)..amidst the blue pinafores and stubbornly low-slung belts. the familiar chit chat between new faces. a picture paints a thousand words. the image of old IJ will continue to be etched in my mind..but the new IJ provides a chance for me to imagine the possibilities. maybe going back there to teach the girls may not be such a bad thing. i must move to the area! (:
~ the outlook
~ our wall that, according to Sister Anne, keeps the girls in and the boys out. the sidegate is so much easier to climb now. hahah...
~ this replaces the spot my friends and i used to sit at, everyday during recess, though it looks pretty much the same. except the view from our spot has changed.
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it's too bad we didn't get to see the little chapel. i love the old school pews from victoria street. there's something special abt praying between those pews.